Kind of like, Home Alone meets the north pole version of John McLain. (On steroids) Cliche storyline of a drinking away his problems Kris Kringle actually becomes watchable when he finally adorns the shotty and begins to blast away the chest cavities of bad guys who magically appear on his naughty list. The slap stick version of traps set by the protagonist little cutie (the only one who still believes in Christmas and Santa) hit just a little different when you see an antagonist's face impaled by it. Leaving you in the movie audience shouting, "Oooohhhhh sh**" out loud. John Ligz* Gillian? 👍🏾
Review of Violent Night
